As I drive a put my radio on full volume and blast my music. The drive to West Beverly is super short but time spent not listening to music is time wasted. Music helps me think, and right now that's exactly what I need.
What the hell am I going to do? What if I have a panic attack in class? What if someone hurts me? What if no one cares? What if I don't make any friends? What if the teachers try to fail me?
While all these questions are swimming around my head, one particular one keeps resurfacing.
"What if I get bad again?"
Because I am lost in my sea of thoughts it takes me a couple seconds to realize I have arrived at school and my car is just sitting in the middle of the parking lot while cars beep at me from all sides.
"Sorry" I murmer. I've never been a good driver.
I park my car and start walking towards school. According to this schedule, my first class is Geometery. Great. I pull out this map of the school and begin to look for my classroom.
"Room 107, Room 107, where the hell is Room 107?!" I say under my breath.
I start to get frustrated. This damn school is like a maze. Suddenly, the bell rings. It's eight o'clock and my class is starting. I'm sure being late on the first day will make the teacher love me.
I start sprinting across the halls desperately trying to find Room 107. I finally see it and quickly run inside. Should I explain why I'm late? That might be embarrasing.
Everyone is staring at me so I quickly blurt out, "Sorry I'm late I couldn't find Room 107". Atleast that's what I try to blurt out. It sounded more like a blob of words that definitely weren't English. I quickly glance around the room and try to find a seat. There's only one left, and as I sit a boy with bright blue hair smirks at me. It wasn't a mean smirk. It was kind of flirty, actually.
"My name is Mr. Sanden, and this is Geometery. Your first assignment will be a little bit of review. Row 1, the person sitting to your right will be your partner. Row 3, same for you"
I look over to my right and the boy with bright blue hair is looking back at me. He looks like he's glowing, and he smiles and scoots closer to me.
"My name is Tyler," he says, "You must be new here. What's your name?"
"I-I'm Troye," I stutter. "Troye with an e"
"Well Troye with an e, it is a pleasure to be working with you." he says giggling.
As he is talking to me a take a second to completely aknowledge his face. It's a great face. He has the most beautiful eyes, and his smirk is about the cutest thing I have ever seen.
All the sudden I stop. I cannot be thinking these thoughts. I cannot fall down the wormhole. Not again, not ever. Plus, he probably isn't even gay.
"So, Troye with an e, would you mind coming over to my house after school to work on this project? I really want to start this year off with an A."
"Uh, sure. Sure, yeah of course. I'll just follow your car."
"Sounds spectacular!" Tyler says flashing a smile
And with that, the bell rings.
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So This is Highschool (Troyler AU)
FanfictionWhen Troye, a depressed and suicidal teenage boy from New York, transfers to a new school in L.A for his senior year, he is introduced to Tyler and his group of friends who might just be enough to turn his life around for the better.
